Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

Your overall combat effectiveness will drop very quickly.

Kill them all! Must kill them all!

Amidst the sharp explosion, the butcher rolled down the garbage mountain in a panic, the shock on his face disappearing in an instant.

A hook-like object popped out from his arm and stabbed it hard into the ground halfway up the mountain, which stopped him from rolling down.

Chapter 401: Within seven steps, the gun is really accurate and fast

When the Butcher stood up again and turned his attention to the battlefield, the situation on the field had changed dramatically.

Countless broken limbs were scattered all over the ground, and sticky blood plasma mixed with flesh and blood fragments almost covered the small piece of ground. Several exposed energy pipelines were still emitting weak electric sparks.

Nearly fifty of his men were almost all killed in a very short period of time, leaving only six people barely alive.

The two guys who looked relatively intact stood on the ground with their legs, back to back, their faces showing signs of madness close to mental breakdown.

The biggest guy was screaming out some weird war cry that the translator couldn't recognize, and he was spinning around and firing wildly with the machine gun in his hand like a madman.

The bullet chain on his back was emptied at a lightning speed, turning into a gushing tongue of fire that shot towards the incredibly fast opponent.

But his turning and aiming speed make it difficult to lock on to the target.

All he could do was to roughly scan where a shadow was rushing over, and then without thinking twice, he turned the six-barreled Gatling gun in his hand and fired a crazy wave of ammunition in that direction.

The same goes for the remaining person.

Apart from the different styles and models of guns in their hands, the intense sense of fear mixed with madness is almost exactly the same.

Along with the screams and wails of the few guys who were still alive on the ground, a guy with both legs broken, his chest and abdomen pierced by a large piece of shrapnel, and his spirit on the verge of collapse could no longer endure this torture.

He struggled to crawl and picked up the Iron Fist rocket launcher that someone had brought from a pile of flesh and blood.

There was no aiming at all.

He screamed and moved the fire button without hesitation towards the ground not far in front of him.

Amid the fierce fire, a sturdy shadow was forced out, and with a somewhat awkward roll he avoided the most dangerous explosion area.

The sturdy man who found the target roared again and turned the machine gun in his hand, subconsciously pressing the electronic shooting button.

Large pieces of yellow eggshells were thrown to the ground, making crisp impact sounds.

This fierce metal storm did not touch the corner of Lu Wenwu's clothes, and the suicidal self-destructing rocket launcher failed to cause effective casualties.

As the fragments of the exploding rocket hit his brain, the strong man's body fell down like a golden mountain or a jade pillar.

Not far away, there was a pool of rotten meat that had been beaten into a sieve, and a crude launch pad that was severely deformed.

The explosion and the bullet net took away the dying disabled man and the strong man who was shooting at the same time. Maomao also took the opportunity to kill another wounded man who had lost his ability to move.

Three more people were reduced.

Apart from the Butcher himself, his only men left were a guy with a shotgun and two wounded men lying on the ground screaming and wailing.

Thanks to the highly developed transformation technology, cyborgs like them have their bodies filled with all kinds of prosthetics that they have bought from who knows where, within their mental endurance.

Although these high-tech antiques are shabby, most of them are of acceptable quality after being repaired.

Mechanical organs barely maintain their lives, and their vitality is terrifyingly tenacious.

Even if important abdominal organs are pierced and exploded, one can still survive.

"This is impossible!"

The butcher's eyes were bloodshot and he couldn't believe his eyes.

Nearly fifty of his men were almost wiped out in such a short time by two newly unearthed primitive antiques?

What a fantasy!

Even the small war beast recently launched by Zulong Yuan could not have such a high killing efficiency if it only used pure melee combat.

They are just the original experimental subjects, why?

"Damn it, that's a lot of money!"

The butcher cursed as he pulled out two syringes from his fat belly. He quickly bit open the plastic shells and stabbed them into his heart without hesitation.

The moment the drug entered the heart and participated in the blood circulation, the butcher felt that his perception had reached an inhuman level, and the speed of electrical signal transmission directly increased to a higher level.

The energy module behind him was overclocking its power supply, and the whole world slowed down in his vision.

The man and the dog, which were so fast that they were blurry, were no longer unattainable in speed, but could be captured by his vision and auxiliary aiming.

"You've wasted a tube of my adrenaline and a tube of my mind-stimulating potion. The pieces of your bodies must be worth the price I paid!"

The huge caliber anti-material sniper rifle on the butcher's back was quickly raised to his shoulder like a war machine. A specially modified sight was connected to the electronic prosthetic eye, quickly reconstructing the auxiliary aiming system.

In the new perspective, Lu Wenwu and Maomao's movements are clearly visible.

The old supercomputer chip, which was also running overclocked, had already calculated their approximate trajectory of action and provided aiming assistance lines.

Just as the butcher was loading medicine and bullets, his men had been killed until only one was left, a guy with a hole in the abdomen and one arm, lying on the ground wailing.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The butcher shot while moving with a grim smile, and the long hook connected to the chain popped out from his right hand, swinging back and forth.

The specially modified shoulder has been turned into a weapon launch pad, and with the help of the stabilization assist, it is incredibly stable, like a chicken's head without any shaking.

The extremely powerful anti-material sniper rifle was almost turned into a rifle by him, and he actually fired three times in a row.

Three giant bullets with a caliber of up to 20mm blocked Lu Wenwu's route of movement. They were fired in a triangular shape, completely brushing past Lu Wenwu's flesh and blood, leaving two burnt blood marks under his ribs.

As early as when the Butcher's sniper rifle was locked on Lu Wenwu, his beast-like terrifying instinct had already given him a sense that a disaster was about to happen.

That was the sense of murderous intent that was forged through countless slaughters in seas of blood and corpses, and it was a killing instinct that was almost like a plug-in.

Even though he subconsciously dodged the moment he felt it, his body was faster than his thinking and consciousness, but it still seemed extremely extreme and he was almost penetrated.

Under such a strong threat, Lu Wenwu and Maomao could no longer focus on finishing off the enemy. They had to concentrate on the muzzle of the gun and be ready to change their direction at any time.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

If it doesn’t work once, try another round of bursts of fire.

The target this time is Maomao.

Compared to a monster like Lu Wenwu who has engraved fighting into his body's instincts, Maomao is slightly inferior.

The moment the bullet shot out of the muzzle, it immediately saw everything and even predicted the trajectory of the bullet with its outstanding perception.

But a very desperate situation lies before us.

In its current physical condition, it is unable to dodge all three bullets and must take one.

Maomao is not stupid.

Anti-material sniper rifle bullets with a caliber of up to 20mm are almost as deadly as small artillery shells.

Its current body simply cannot withstand it, and it will explode directly in the middle like those cyber thugs hit by Lu Wenwu's fist.

The thought flashed through Xiaobao's mind like lightning, and the fighting instinct honed by his many days of special training helped him block the fatal blow.

Blazing black flames ignited out of nowhere, forming three miniature fire shields slightly larger than coins in front of him, just above the line of fire of the three bullets.

The thousands-degree fire of the evil spirit exploded violently, and the moment the bullet made contact, it turned into a ball of liquid metal that splashed out.

Maomao, who was not afraid of the high temperature to a certain extent, simply did not dodge or evade. He faced the gun line with extremely amazing explosive power and rushed straight towards the butcher like a black and gold shadow.

At this moment, it almost emptied its limited physical strength. Even the overclocked electronic prosthetic eyes and supercomputing chips, which were powered by thinking potions and adrenaline, could only capture vague tracks.

"What!?"

The butcher was stunned by what he saw.

What did he just see!

flame!?

Three balls of pitch-black flames suddenly ignited from nowhere, melting the three bullets he had fired! ?

Blood hell!

What the hell is this thing!

superpower?

Something is wrong, this is definitely not some original perfect experimental subject!

Something's wrong!

Before he could think about it, Maomao's bloody mouth appeared less than half a meter in front of him.

The butcher could even see the determination and perseverance in Maomao's eyes, as well as the unwavering desire to kill.

The brain doesn't have time to react.

Human instinct drove him to cross everything that could move over his chest and head to protect them.

It was the barrel of the anti-material sniper rifle and his arms.

“Crack!”

"boom!"

Two voices sounded in succession.

The gun barrel made of special alloy shattered with a sound.

Maomao's sharp teeth, which could have dealt real damage, were weakened layer by layer and ended up getting stuck where the butcher's arms were crossed.

Speed ​​is power.

The huge impact force knocked the butcher flying, almost choking him and causing his artificial heart to nearly stop functioning.

He could clearly feel that his thick rib plates were cracking, several ribs were broken, and huge pieces of flesh and blood on his arms were torn off by the hairy and sharp fangs.

But the butcher laughed, a crazy, arrogant and bloodthirsty laugh.

Amidst the blood, his lowered arms revealed bones that were almost as shiny as brass.

And between the skin and muscles that were torn off, in addition to the broken wires and metal plates, there seemed to be some kind of thick black cloth.

A pair of curved hooks like the Grim Reaper's scythe popped out from the butcher's hands at the same time, and he walked towards Maomao, who was struggling on the ground due to exhaustion, with a grin on his face.